Carry me back to old Virginny
That's where the cotton
And the corn and 'tatas grow
That's where the birds
Warble sweet in the spring time
That's where the old darkey's
Heart am longed to go
That's where I laboured
So hard for old massa
Day after day
In the field of yellow corn
No place on earth
Do I love more sincerely
Than old Virginny
The state where I was born
That old Virginny
The state where I was born...
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